#graced

[itsmythang]

Plus, they cheer, support and help in the cover-up of sexual crimes. Even when they are children.

[virtchandmoir]

Olya Gulakova's Instagram Stories (October 15th)

[1introvertedsage]

Graced

In need of resuscitation - I can no longer breathe. It's hard to see the forest when you're lost amongst it's trees. Circumstances beyond my control have brought me to my knees. How many more cuts - before I no longer bleed?

Confusion sets in - is this another test? Eyes set to the skies and in the darkness crept. Snakes move in the grass - look right and look left. The journey through this maze has rendered me bereft.

Rose coloured glasses - meant to shield my eyes. Lead me right to the center of this self created demise. Nothing as I remembered - much to my surprise. Middle of the forest - no one to hear my cries.

So how do you build - when your foundation is always shaking? Everything that you know shattered and/or breaking. Destruction translates to clarity in the making. Clearing the way for the path I'll be taking.

Gasping for air - still trying to breathe. When out stretched a hand from behind one of the trees. Teaching me to stand - bandaging my knees. As I learn to heal my wounds and how to stop the bleed.

Searching for the answers - so I can pass this test. And before I knew it - in more helpers crept. Widening my view - pan right and pan left. Removing the haze sent to keep me bereft.

Welcome the Sun - a view with fresh eyes. Now easier to see - what led to my demise. There is a way forward much to my surprise. The help that crept in - had been following my cries.

Am I ready to speak - though my voice is still shaking? Clearing the way barriers now shattered and breaking. Clarity leads to realizations in the making. Revealing to me the path I'll be taking.

~Ruby L.S.~

[mianimasenpoeticus]

[occasionally-sketchy]

*listens to 100 gecs once* Characters from my story, art based off this song.

[monstercu]

Looking at all these skeksis babehs that are already existing like

[theincorrectbookquotes]

Bitterblue: Katsa, how do you get someone to like you?

Katsa: Try to kill them.

Bitterblue: I don’t think that’s right...

Katsa: It worked with Po.

Po: True!